The nest has been in the Liquid Amber tree (liquidambar styraciflua) for several weeks now.
Finely woven with grasses. This is one reason I don't like to do a lot of weeding around the property. The birds use so many native grasses for their nests.
I gaze upon the garden.
My heart grown peaceful.
From its spirit comes my will.
From its color comes my being.
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable; and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly...to listen to stars and buds, to babes, and sages, with open heart; await occasions, hurry never...this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing